Direction
The first part of this story is narrated as if from an outside observer.
The next chapters are from the viewpoints of the indicated person.

 

Goddess Rhiannon

by Wholeman

Part One

 

Collusion - Narrator

"Hello?" Rhiannon said into the receiver of her cell phone.

"Rhiannon, it's Dawn. We have this year's candidate. Where and when can we meet to discuss things?" Dawn Whitham asked.

"I'm in the middle of teaching a class right now. I'll stop by your tattoo parlor on my way home. Will that be soon enough?" Rhiannon asked, warily watching the children for signs of impending riotous behavior.

"Sure, no great hurry. I'll see you then," Dawn hung up, went out to the parlor, and began her part of creating a complicated tattoo, awaiting Rhiannon's visit.

Back to the Classroom - Narrator

"Okay you little darlings, Miss Rhiannon has a new song, to teach you," Rhiannon informed the children.

"This is an old Welch ditty that has been put to a Rock & Roll beat. I think it will play well in the school assembly later this year. Who here knows where Wales is?" Rhiannon asked the class.

A bright-eyed young girl raised her hand and waited to be, called upon, "Go ahead Millicent."

"Wales is on the southwest coast of the Isle of Great Britain," she declared confidently.

"Very good, yes Wales is an ancient place, one of legends, myths, and folklore. Many of these stories were passed down through song, many legends have been put to music over the thousands of years gone by," Rhiannon told the children, though she had a far away look in her eye as if remembering the past more than remembering the history taught her.

"It was a time of gods, goddesses, wizards, and magic," suddenly Rhiannon's mind seemed to leap forward once again to the here and now, "Or so the stories tell us."

"The song we will be learning was written around a very old legend of the warrior woman Cathain. She was the fiercest warrior of her day, but a very lonely woman because of it. I'm handing out the lyrics to everyone and we can all read them together."

The papers were quickly, distributed and Rhiannon went on, "This legend should have something for everyone. It has warriors, great battles, romance, and magic all in one. So boys and girls both will enjoy it."

"Who would like to start us off by reading aloud first?" Rhiannon looked around the room at the many raised hands, but like many teachers, she picked the quiet boy in the back that had not raised his.

"Roger, would you start reading for me?" Rhiannon knew that the boys in her class all had a crush on her. A raven haired beauty with curves to die for, a bust that was nothing short of amazing, a petite frame which neared their own heights, and eyes which seemed to penetrate them to their very souls. Therefore, she didn't have to bully the children into doing things for the sake of their grades, she simply had to ask them to do something for her, and they would quickly jump to it, just to please her.

Roger obviously just wanted to remain anonymous in the back but Rhiannon was intent on nurturing all of her children to be all their potentials would allow so Roger held up his paper, gulped, and began reading aloud, "

The Cathain Legend

By: Grant Lee Phillips

 

Bid goddess rise from mists of memory
Rise the fair Cathain
In battle the equal of every man
And every lover disdained
Her heart was locked in a round tower's keep
And none that gate could unbar
Till rose a prince in Ulster's east
His name was Conchobar

By day she taught him feats of arms
With sword and mace and bow
By night they kindled passion's fire
That only lovers know
So king and warrior thus were joined
In battles blood and love
The throne belonged to Conchobar
To Cathain the Witch's Glove"

 

"Okay Roger that was very good. I knew you would do a fine job. Now who should be next?"

Hands all around rose once again, this time all of the children volunteered having seen the praise Roger had received.

"I'm so pleased that you all want to participate. I think therefore that we should all read the rest aloud together. Follow along now.

 

Dark rivals rose against the king
To challenge for his throne
All Ulster in the balance hung
Without its champion
A druid he sent to sacrifice
An offering to Cathain
A maiden fair with flaxen hair
Not once but two times slain
Two times slain

 

Ooh ooh ooh

 

But Cathain she would ne'r return
To fight the kings own war
Till druid did a virgin bring
To Conamara far
The fair Iona pure and sweet
On the self-same table lain
And by the Corclach's hungry stone
The innocent was slain

 

Hey hey hey

Hey hey hey

 

In rage the warrior goddess from
The Western Sea arose
Her bloody gauntlet dealt that day
A thousand fierce deathblows
The kingdom saved her quest complete
She sank beneath the waves
Till Ulster's sons with sacrifice
Bid her return once more"

 

A huge smile graced Rhiannon's full lips when they finished, "Wow, that was great! Now all we have to do is, add the melody and were ready."

Rhiannon took out her DVD player and patched it through the room's loud speakers, "As some of you know, I'm not just a school teacher, I'm the lead singer for my band, Sweet-N-Evil. I'm only saying this because I had them play the melody without the vocals so we could sing along."

Most of the children were somewhat stunned to discover that their lovely teacher by day is the lead singer for a Rock-n-Roll band by night.

"Let's all listen to the melody first," she started the player and the class all listened to the haunting music and its Gaelic overtones.

That day, the children left school reluctantly. The entertainment and fascinating subject had enthralled them the whole day long and they couldn't wait to come back tomorrow to see what Miss Rhiannon would do next.

Roger was the last to leave, as he often would be. He didn't want to leave the loving aura of Miss Rhiannon to return home to his abusive father. He would never say anything to the teacher for fear that he would be harmed or worse, his last remaining parent would be taken from him, leaving him orphaned. He missed his mother terribly.

Dawn Whitham - Narrator

Rhiannon hopped into her Ferrari and left the school for her visit with Dawn, waving at young Roger as she went by him.

It didn't take long and Rhiannon swung into the parking lot of Dawn's tattoo parlor.

Dawn came out to greet her. (Hey, nothing sounds like a Ferrari in your driveway, but a Ferrari in your driveway.)

Dawn moved in for a big hug of her longtime friend, "Damn girl, if I didn't know how long you've been packing away money for that car, I would think you were a dope dealer or something."

"You know better than that hon.. I've got investments older than this whole country," Rhiannon replied cheerily.

"Don't I know it? You don't look a day over four hundred either!"

"Watch yourself girl, you may be way bigger and stronger than I am but…" Rhiannon simply let the threat trail off unspoken.

"Uncle! Sheesh, can't a girl tease you without worrying about finding herself eating flies for the rest of her life?" Dawn backpedaled at warp speed.

"I was only teasing and you know it," Rhiannon declared as she walked into the business with her friend.

"How long have we known each other now?" Dawn wondered aloud.

"Since you were about six years old hon., about thirty six years," Rhiannon's memory, still as perfect as it should be.

"And now you look younger than I do," Dawn sighed.

"What's your point?"

"Nothing. I'm just waxing rhapsodic," Dawn shook herself to bring her back to the job at hand, "We have a new candidate for transferal. This one's a real piece of work."

"Do you think you can handle another one this soon?" Rhiannon asked.

"Yes, I'm hoping for some more bulk anyway," Dawn, confirmed.

"So, tell me about our next victim?"

Dawn grabbed a file folder and handed it to Rhiannon, who took a comfortable seat across from her and began to thumb through it.

"We are considering this electrician foreman who has numerous complaints against him from the females that have worked for him, complaints of sexual harassment, women who get the nastiest jobs, his attitude towards female electricians in general. We have complaints from the men working for him as well. He was arrested for, assault and battery on three separate occasions. One reported incident of spousal abuse is in the record. The spouse has passed away since then leaving him a single parent of one child. His spouse died in a car accident after fleeing their home one evening. The coroner, a lady friend of mine, determined that many of the injuries she sustained were from before the accident occurred. She says that in her opinion the reason for the crash was that her eyes were nearly swollen shut, making it very difficult for her to see."

"This qualifies in so many ways for our kind of punishment, however you stated that there is a child involved. You know that I disapprove of leaving a child orphaned," Rhiannon stated flatly, ready to toss the folder away without further consideration.

"You may wish to reconsider when I tell you the rest…" Dawn, with a mixture of anger and sorrow, on her face, added.

"What could possible make me consider orphaning a child?" Rhiannon asked confident in her rule's rightness.

"Look at the page with photos from the child's doctor and the emergency room."

"Oh, this poor little guy…" she declared, seeing the bruises and marks the boy sported, "But orphaning him is still not the solution I would choose."

Dawn swallowed hard and steeled herself for what she knew would be coming, "Loo… ah Look at the name Miss Rhiannon." Dawn, a hugely muscled woman body builder did not look as if she would ever be afraid of anything. However, Dawn knew her godmother quite well, and so she knew what could happen next.

As soon as Rhiannon saw the name printed on the paper, the very air in the room the two women occupied took on a 'charged' quality. Small sparks jumped from chairs to tables and from there to other objects in the room.

"Calm down, godmother. Don't shoot the messenger," Dawn cautioned, having been present before when Rhiannon became enraged.

Dawn's use of the word godmother brought Rhiannon back from a blind unthinking rage, which would have surely damaged portions of Dawn's parlor.

The fire slowly died down in Rhiannon's eyes and the sparks became fewer until they finally stopped.

Dawn breathed a huge sigh of relief, "Thanks Rhiannon, I just bought some of this stuff and I'd hate to have to go find it all again." Dawn smiled and gripped Rhiannon's shoulder in her strong hand.

"Hank R. Speight! You knew?"

"Yes, I knew he is the father of one of your students," Dawn admitted.

"He's accepted as the next one, but you are going to help with the aftereffects, do you understand?" Rhiannon's rage was closely held in-check as she stared at the image of the man, with his hand raised, swinging on his son.

"Yes ma'am, I will do whatever you wish," Dawn pulled her godmother in for a tightly held hug. "When do you want to do it?"

"Tomorrow night. Does Roger have any other family he can be placed with?" Rhiannon asked, leafing through the file looking for the information.

"Don't waste your effort. Roger has no one other than his father."

"You've done such a thorough job with this, so tell me who you plan to place the child with? Neither of us has the lifestyle needed to bring him up properly," Rhiannon rightly determined. "You're one of the few who know who I really am, and why I couldn't do it."

"Yes godmother, and I know that my bodybuilding and business might not be the best environment for a sensitive kid like him to grow up in. I have a lady I know who's only child, a daughter, died a few months ago and is having a hard time filling the hole in her heart."

"Have you spoken with her about the possibilities?" Rhiannon, asked in her all-business manor now that she was determined to see this through.

"Yes, and she was so hopeful that we could place a child with her. It nearly broke my heart not to be able to promise her," Dawn declared, "If she gets him, she will dote on him like he is the only reason for her to live."

"Local?"

"Yes, Roger would still be one of your students," Dawn reassured her godmother.

"It's settled then, tomorrow after school, Roger comes home with me, and Hank finds a new home," Rhiannon stood, having made her decision. "It's going to be tough onstage tonight to smile and sing."

"I'm sorry Rhiannon. I know what your students mean to you," Dawn hugged her godmother once again.

"I'm sorrier that I didn't investigate this myself sooner. I've always felt protective toward Roger and I should have followed my instincts about him," Rhiannon sadly admitted in self-deprecation.

"You can't blame yourself," Dawn soothed.

"Poor Roger's life will be forever changed. I just have to believe it will be for the better," Rhiannon released herself from the hug and started for the door.

"See you tomorrow Rhiannon," Dawn waved as Rhiannon left her parlor. Dawn shuddered suddenly, thinking of the rage Hank will be subjected to, the very next day. Dawn knew that her friend wasn't merely named after the Celtic Goddess of the underworld. She is that very same goddess.

Later That Evening - Narrator

Rhiannon readied herself for tonight's performance on stage with her band, 'Sweet-N-Evil'.

Business as usual, however she paused before putting on her face to have a good cry for her poor student.

Once she had settled down, put on her face, and donned her costume, Rhiannon joined 'Sweet-N-Evil' in front of the crowd. She smiled at the band members and told them which song would begin tonight's performance.

Rhiannon turned and approached the microphone, saying, "I want to dedicate tonight's opening song to one of the children I teach. This is for young Roger Speight with my hopes that his torn life goes in a more beautiful direction starting tomorrow. The name of the song is The 'Cathain Legend,' written by: Grant Lee Phillips."

'Sweet-N-Evil' began to play for the first time on stage, 'The Cathain Legend' as sung by Mistress Rhiannon.

The haunting melody held the audience spellbound. When she had finished the last verse, the whole crowd was on its feet. Never had they heard such feeling and emotion poured into a song.

That evening the performance was impeccable, however, anyone who was asked afterwards, which song was the best would be heard to answer, "The first one." They might not remember the name of the song, but they all remembered it was for Roger.

Come the New Day - Narrator

Just prior to the school day's start, Rhiannon cornered Roger as he entered the school, "Roger? Can I speak with you for a moment dear?"

Roger was so used to being in trouble for something that he slowly approached as if ready to bolt should things get sketchy.

Rhiannon noticed right away and put his mind at ease, "You are not in trouble honey. I just want to apologize to you."

This was something new for Roger. No adult had ever apologized to him before.

Once she had Roger safely alone Rhiannon began, "Roger, I'm sorry I was unaware of your situation before yesterday. I should have been more observant."

Roger was puzzled at this, "Situation, Miss Rhiannon?"

Rhiannon couldn't resist any longer, she pulled the boy in for a hug.

Roger hadn't gotten a hug like this since his mother had died, which surprised him some, but not as much as when she released him. For the first time in weeks, Roger was free from aches and pains throughout his body. Had he inspected himself, he would have noticed that every bruise and aching joint had disappeared from him.

"Wow, thanks Miss Rhiannon. I feel really good. You're the best hugger ever!" Roger declared enthusiastically.

"I want you to enjoy yourself today, but before you leave to go home, I need to talk to you again. Will you wait to talk to me after school?" she inquired, looking deeply into his eyes.

"F… F… for a little while, Dad gets really mad if I don't get home on time."

"Well, you won't have to worry about that. I've arranged things so he will never know you were late. You trust me don't you?" Rhiannon asked the slight boy.

"More than anyone Miss Rhiannon," he declared definitively.

"Thank you Roger. Now why don't you go and play until school starts?" she let go of his small hand with a smile.

"You're the best teacher ever Miss Rhiannon," he claimed, blushing as he ran away.

"I just wish that all of life's lessons didn't hurt so much…" she whispered to herself.

School's out For Roger - Narrator

Rhiannon watched her classroom empty out, all but for Roger who waited as Rhiannon had asked him to.

Rhiannon walked up to him, took his hand, and said, "Come with me Roger. We're going for a ride in my car."

Roger could hardly believe his ears. Miss Rhiannon's car was the subject of many students' awed whispers at the school. It was by far the coolest car any of them had ever seen. Kids would walk out of their way just to go by it on their way home and Roger was going to get a ride in it.

Rhiannon had to pretend not to notice Roger pinch himself to be certain that he wasn't dreaming.

Once Roger was belted in next to Rhiannon and they were tooling from the parking lot with many of Roger's friends watching him go by, in the Ferrari with Miss Rhiannon, he saw envy written all over their faces and it made him grin so big it hurt his face.

"Do you like my little car Roger?"

"Oh yes, it's über cool," he admitted, but then he thought better and asked, "You aren't going to drop me off at my house in this are you Miss Rhiannon." Roger knew that he would catch hell if his father saw him arrive home in that car.

"Don't worry Roger, you won't be getting beaten ever again," Rhiannon promised him.

'Oh no, I'm being abducted by my teacher…' Roger thought to himself.

"You're not being kidnapped Roger. I am going to help you, and make certain that you are with a loving parent from now on," she reassured him.

Roger was still quite frightened, so Rhiannon did the only thing she could, to spare him from his angst, she reached out and touched his head with a single index finger and the boy slumped over in the soft leather bucket seat, asleep.

'That should hold Roger and keep him safe until I have dealt with Hank,' she thought.

Goddess Enraged - Narrator

Rhiannon met up with Dawn at her home with little Roger sound asleep in the passenger seat.

Dawn was expecting them and carried the slumbering boy into her house, laying him on the pretty guest bed, "He's even cuter in person than in the photos," she exclaimed to Rhiannon who had followed her into the bedroom.

"I am still very concerned for Roger. I haven't wanted to extract vengeance on anyone in a long time as much as with Hank," Rhiannon said, looking sadly at the sleeping boy before her.

The two women left him sleeping peacefully. As they closed the door, Dawn stood back waiting while Rhiannon waved her hands in the air and brought them together in a clap like thunder, almost more felt than heard. A shimmering luminescence hung a couple inches in front of the door, continued along the walls to the width of the room, and then disappeared into the wall at right angles.

"I still love seeing you do things like that! That was a guard spell on the room to protect Roger while we're away I assume?"

"Yes, no one and nothing of this earth can harm Roger while he is enshrouded in the fog. (You can't see it outside of the bedroom.) He will be safe and slumbering until I awaken him, once we are through with this ugly business," Rhiannon sighed and then added, "Are you ready to do this?"

"Yes godmother," Dawn nodded her assent.

Rhiannon whirled her hands about herself, she seemed to shimmer out of focus, and when she could be seen again, she was wearing a glittering golden short-skirted gown with matching thigh-high boots.

Dawn knew this look and was far more terrified of Rhiannon in Gold, than most people would be of her in jet black. Dawn recognized this as 'Rhiannon the Goddess,' bearing little resemblance to the Rhiannon the rest of the world knew.

Rhiannon swirled her hands about Dawn next and the muscular lady was dressed in a similar dress though hers wasn't the same pattern, her mid-drift and arms were exposed, accompanied by gold armbands and gauntlets. Dawn appeared more warrior than as a tattoo artist. The outfit was finished off with a golden mask, hiding Dawn's face with that of an enraged Amazon.

"Let's visit Hank invisibly at first," Rhiannon suggested, snapping her fingers and the two winked out from Dawn's house, appearing ethereally above Hank in his living room.

Hank was seated in front of his television in his jockeys, swilling beer and staring at a baseball game, "Where is that fuckin' kid?" he muttered.

"Sum bitch needs to make dinner and clean up this shit hole," he drunkenly declared. "Hafta teach that fuck a lesson when he gets here. I told him not to be late no more!" Hank angrily threw his beer bottle across the living room where it exploded into small shards of glass. "Hafta get mah own damn beer now!"

Hank got up and made his way into the kitchen.

Rhiannon and Dawn floated over to Roger's room and found a very Spartan place. Roger had a small bed, a desk with a folding chair, a dresser, and very few toys, all of which were neatly stored on a shelf.

The women floated over Hank's room and discovered a rat's nest. Bed unmade, dirty clothes strewn about, Playboy Magazines laying open all over, and beer bottles laying all about on the floor.

The two ethereal women floated back towards the living room, which was tidy, but it was evident that little Roger was the one charged with cleaning it.

Hank was again, seated in front of the TV and downing another beer, with four more stacked next to his chair for him to grab so he wouldn't need to get up again soon.

The kitchen was clean and there were only a few dished in the sink, waiting for someone to wash them, most likely Roger.

"Where the fuck is that worthless fucking kid?" came from Hank in the living room and it was punctuated with a loud belch.

The air in the room took on an electrically charged quality. Little sparks flew from furniture to walls and floor.

Even though he was drunk, Hank took notice, "What-the-fuck?" he exclaimed looking all about the room. He finally saw the two golden female forms solidify right in front of his chair.

"Holy shit, where'd you come from?"

"Hank Roger Speight, the Goddess Rhiannon has come to extract retribution. What do you have to say for yourself?" Rhiannon announced, her voice ringing as though through an amplified echo chamber.

"Fuck you ain't nothing but Roger's big tittied teacher! Ha! You come for some of Hank's cock eh? It don't matter. Whatever you came for, you're in my house, so you're mine!" Hank rose from his easy chair unsteadily staggering over towards the women he towered over.

"You have confirmed the judgment of Rhiannon with your vile intentions. My enforcer shall take from you what she needs and leave the rest to me!"

"Yah baby, come and get some!" Hank directed his stagger towards the woman who appeared chiseled from golden marble.

Behind her mask, Dawn's face broke into a demonic grin, closely approximating the one her mask sported.

As soon as he was within reach, Dawn wrapped her hugely muscled arms around Hank who immediately went limp as she lifted him off the floor.

"What you doing?" Hank cried out, totally helpless in her steely grip.

Rhiannon chanted, "Dha nerth remüvya an Dawn." ( * See translation at the end.)

To any casual observer they would have seen Hanks arms shrink in bulk, his muscular legs diminish in mere seconds, his shoulders and chest loose all their definition, his stature diminish, and his face become almost androgynous.

At the same time, Dawn appeared to gain size and definition to her entire physique. Dawn grew no taller, nor did she take on any masculine attributes, and in fact her breast size increased substantially.

When she was done with him, Dawn could hold up what was left with one hand. She had to bunch up his clothes though, lest they fall off him.

"Rhiannon wishes to see what is left of his manhood," Rhiannon declared, more for Hank's sake than her own. Rhiannon had seen this enough times before to know exactly what was left.

Dawn allowed Hank's pants to fall to the floor from his thin hips and near anorexic body.

"I don't think you will be using that for a weapon again Hanky. You're not hung any better now than most ten year old boys," Rhiannon taunted.

Hank now as weak, as a kitten, looked down at his crotch and upon seeing his shriveled penis and testicles, he began to cry.

"You don't deserve to be a man Hank. Beating that poor sweet son of yours, Roger, and his mother, you have abused your strength, and now you've lost it. Should there be any doubt in your mind, you've also lost Roger. I shall take him to my bosom and he shall be reborn to a loving parent who will appreciate what a special person Roger is."

"Finish disrobing him," Rhiannon ordered.

Hank was easily slipped out of his now, oversized clothing. He looked like a scrawny teenage boy, who is small for his age.

"I could leave you like this Hank. You would never become stronger. You would never become larger in any dimension, no matter how much you worked out, or how many steroids you took. You would never become more masculine in any way. However, never let the Goddess Rhiannon be said to be compassionless. Prepare yourself Hank. The Goddess of metamorphosis will give you a life where being small and weak can be an asset."

Rhiannon raised both hands, fingers splayed widely over her head, in an attitude reminiscent of someone ready to pounce on their prey.

She began to chant, "Dewes Rhiannon brüsy hem tebeles dhe an deleth cussya a benenek tekter ha yeunes." ( ** See translation at the end.)

Pink clouds of smoke emanated from her palms and directed towards the form on the floor, which lay in a fetal position. Hank seemed to soften and fill out some. Hank's butt spread wider and plumped up into twin soft crescents.

His face seemed to shrink and become all eyes and lips, accented by high cheekbones and a small upturned nose.

Hank's narrow shoulders began moving together sporting large soft nipples hanging in front and between them. Behind those enlarging nipples, there appeared to be balloons, which were quickly being, inflated. Larger and larger they became, as his nipples puffed out like marshmallows on top of the balloons.

Hank moaned and you could hear it gain in pitch until it reached unrealistically high tones, like those of tiny young girl.

His waist pinched in, farther and farther becoming ridiculously small in circumference.

The last thing to go Hank reached out to hold onto, attempting to keep it from slipping away. However, it did no good, Hank's once proud cock shank away in his dainty little hands until he was gripping his clitoris, centered above his new, long, wet slit.

Hank's changes kept going until he was any male's wet dream girl.

Hank couldn't seem to release his clit and discovered that his vulva was drooling a huge puddle of lubrication onto the rug. Hank twisted and yanked on his hand trying to let go, but the more he did, the wetter, and the shorter of breath he became.

Without ever having meant to, Hank orgasmed in gushing bliss in no time.

His orgasm seemed to cloud his mind, though he continued to try to release his clitoris. Hank soon discovered that since now he was a girl, he could easily be, brought to orgasm time and time again. After Hank had yanked himself to a half dozen mind numbing orgasms, his mind could no longer take the intense stimulation and he fainted.

"Gather up that nymphomaniac slut and bring her with us," Rhiannon ordered Dawn, and being familiar with the drill, she lifted the soft creature into her strong arms as Rhiannon teleported the two to Dawn's tattoo parlor and the locked rooms it contained in the basement.

"Good news girls! I brought you another playmate. When she wakes up, I'll put her in with the rest of you to get acquainted," Dawn announced as she placed the unconscious form onto a femininely draped bed in an empty cell and locked it behind her.

Roger's Dilemma - Narrator

"Now we do the hard part," Rhiannon sighed, as she translated them back to Dawn's house.

"Do you want to change us before… or should we do this in official garb?" Dawn asked Rhiannon as they approached the spell locked room.

"Roger needs to know," Rhiannon informed her, "So now, another mortal will grow up knowing my secret. However, I don't mind this one. He reminds me of one forty years past."

"I know dear godmother. I hope he acclimates well," Dawn agreed with her ancient friend.

Rhiannon slid her hand through the shimmering field as if it were a knife blade, bursting the bubble of protection. She opened the door and the two entered to watch over Rogers' sleeping form.

"Awaken my child," she commanded.

Roger yawned and stretched. When his eyes beheld his teacher decked out and shimmering with golden power, standing next to a woman with more muscles that he had ever seen on a lady he let out a tiny shriek.

"Calm yourself Roger Lukas Speight," Rhiannon spoke in that echoing voice she had used with his father not long before. "Rhiannon, Goddess of the Moon, has taken you into her protection. Your sole remaining parent, Hank, has been punished for his many crimes against you, your mother, women, and others in general. I regret deeply that this means you will never see him again," tears were streaming from her eyes, "Fear not my child. Rhiannon will replace that which you have lost, with better than you had. If you will allow me to, I will explain further, though I prefer to do it as your friend and teacher, not as the Goddess Rhiannon. May I?"

Roger's eyes were the size of saucers as he nodded his ascent.

Rhiannon whirled her hands first around Dawn, and then about herself, restoring both Dawn and herself to the clothing they were wearing when first this evening began.

Rhiannon now in the dress and voice Roger was familiar with came to the boy and sat on the bed next to him.

Dawn took the opposite side, as she was now much softer looking without, her muscles being pumped up, and having her heart go out to the young boy's plight.

"Roger, I want you to meet my friend, Dawn Whitham. I have known Dawn since she was as young as you are now," Rhiannon introduced.

"H… how can that be? She looks older than you do Miss Rhiannon," he stammered, momentarily having forgotten all about how mad his father would be when he came home late.

"I was not just play-acting a minute ago Roger. I really am a Goddess. I was constrained to live on earth after I fell in love with and married a mortal. His name was Pwyll. (Pronounced Poo-ul.) He died long ago and I loved him deeply," Rhiannon explained.

Roger dove at her, hugging her, saying, "I'm so sorry Miss Rhiannon."

"Thank you dear. It has been over a thousand years since I lost him, but I still know the pain. I grieve with you too Roger. You lost your mother not long ago, and now I have been forced to take away your father. I can help fill those holes in your sole, if you agree to what I propose. I won't make you do it, but I believe for you, it will be best. I know how your father was treating you. How you cooked, cleaned, and waited on him, only to receive beatings for your love and efforts. You deserve better and I want to see that you get it."

"Is he really gone?"

Rhiannon nodded her head to affirm that he was.

"Your father isn't dead. You need to know this. You would never recognize him if you were to see him again. His form was changed to aid in his punishment. Goddess Rhiannon does not kill to punish. She has far better ways to show mortals the error of their ways," Rhiannon elucidated.

Roger's eyes lost focus as the knowledge sank in. He finally spoke, "I hope you don't think I'm rotten Miss Rhiannon, but I can't cry for him."

"No, Roger, I think you might cry for him later. However, he doesn't deserve it. You need to start a new life and I want to help you do that. Do you trust me?" Rhiannon asked the boy.

Roger looked at his small hands and meekly said, "I trust you Miss Rhiannon. What do you want to do with me?"

"For one thing Roger, your father's disappearance has made things so that you couldn't be in my school anymore if you remain, who and what you are. It would be necessary to have you placed in a foster home, and at your age, those are usually a dead end. I don't want to have that happen. I know a lady in the area who lost her daughter in a tragic accident recently and she needs a child as much as you need a parent."

"The difficult part is, I want you to remain my student, and to live a fulfilling life with me near to watch out for you. What will have to happen to do all these things is that Roger must be gone. I will have to make you appear to be someone else entirely. Would you allow me to do that for you?" Rhiannon asked.

"I guess so Miss Rhiannon. Who would I be?" Roger questioned.

"I want to make you so that no one would ever suspect that you are Roger, and to make the lady who would be your mother happy again. That would mean I have to make you a girl, Roger. You don't have to decide immediately, but I need an answer tonight, before things happen that might make it awkward for us," Rhiannon cautiously put her plan to the sweet boy.

"Would you make it so I like being a girl?" Roger asked, with his eyes wide with wonder.

"I guarantee it. One thing that I must insist on though, is that you can never tell anyone who I really am and what I can do. That can be hard sometimes, just ask Dawn, she's kept my secret for forty years."

"It has been difficult godmother, but it has also been one of my greatest joys, knowing you," Dawn squeezed her godmother's elbow to accent her admission.

"Won't the other kids know it's me in a dress?" Roger fretted.

"Let's see if you know it's you in a dress and I think that will tell you," Rhiannon stood, holding her hands as she had with Hank, "Hem tullwysk a gwregoleth rak ty," the pink smoke gathered about the boy, as she chanted. ( *** See translation at the end.)

The changes he underwent were nowhere near as drastic as his father had experienced. Roger's nipples became soft and puffy, his face rearranged in such a way that he might be mistaken for one of Rhiannon's relatives, as it took on a softer look. Unlike his father, Roger's clothes morphed with him, becoming a pretty, pink, sun dress with knee high socks and patent leather shoes.

Rhiannon took Roger over to a mirror, "Do you know this person?"

"Never seen her before," Roger admitted, looking the new him up and down, having trouble believing it was he that looked back.

"Would you mistake what you see for a boy?"

"No way!" Roger agreed.

"Will you be this lovely girl for me, so that I may introduce you to your mother?" Rhiannon asked.

Roger rather uncouthly, grabbed his crotch, to make certain that it was as it now felt to him, "Wow this feels weird… but it's okay."

"You won't be looked at as a boy in a dress, or even as Roger who was turned into a girl, you are a real girl and you don't look anything like you did. Your classmates will get to meet the new girl," Rhiannon reassured the changed girl.

"What's my name? If I'm to be someone else what should I be called?"

"How about Tamara? That was the name of an old friend of mine. She was a protector and a water goddess. Do you like that name?" Rhiannon asked the still stunned newly minted girl.

"Did she have big boobs too?" she asked innocently.

Rhiannon and Dawn both laughed heartily.

"Yes, she was even bigger than I am," Rhiannon recalled, "A great river flowed from her breasts to protect all of Cornwall."

"Wow, she had really big boobs then! Am I going to have boobs that big when I grow up?"

"Well, you won't be a goddess, but yes, you will have some lovely huge boobs. That is if you want them," Rhiannon added the caveat to allow the new girl to decline having them.

"Oh no, if I have to be a girl I want to be pretty like you," Roger hugged Rhiannon tightly, and knew that he was no longer Roger, but now, Tamara.

"Don't be alarmed now Tamara. Dawn and I need to change again," with that, Rhiannon took on her 'official' persona and translated the three of them to the home of Tamara's potential mother, Conni Cromwell.

They found Conni sitting at her kitchen table eating a light supper. When the three popped into existence across the table from her, she dropped her fork with a clatter and a sharp intake of breath.

"Fear not, Conni Ashleigh Cromwell. The goddess Rhiannon is not here to harm you. Rhiannon has heard of your loss and broken heart. Rhiannon is here to offer something to fill the hole in your heart. Know that should you accept, how well you perform will be closely watched. Rhiannon offers you the opportunity to be mother to this orphan, who is part of her heart. How say you Conni?"

"I must be dreaming… but on the wild chance that I'm not, yes, I would love to have another daughter," Conni declared with a suspicious expression on her face.

"Conni, meet your new daughter, Tamara Ashleigh Cromwell. Come the morning, you will discover that legally Tamara is the fraternal twin to the daughter you lost. Care for her well, lest Rhiannon discover your failings," with that Rhiannon and Dawn disappeared, leaving Tamara and Conni alone in the kitchen.

Tamara's Story - Tamara

I woke up in the middle of a big bed in what looked like a girl's room. I must have fallen asleep in Miss Rhiannon's car.

Miss Rhiannon, in a golden dress stood near, with another golden lady, who has really big muscles. The two of them seem to shimmer and glow as I stared at them.

I yelped, but Miss Rhiannon told me that she was really a Goddess. I know better than to contradict grownups so I just listened.

She told me that she had punished my dad, but more likely, he's been arrested again, which means that when he gets home I'm going to get it.

I started to believe her when she changed out of the golden dress right before my eyes and I could finally see the face of the other woman.

Her voice changed too, now it was as she is at school.

The things she told me were so incredible and sad. She really must be a goddess especially if the other woman is really younger than she is.

She told me that dad isn't dead, but that I won't see him again. Who will take care of me now? True, dad wasn't much, but he was all I had.

When she offered me a new mother, that was tough enough to believe, but when she added that she wanted me to be a girl too, I was starting to have trouble accepting that. Girls look way different than boys do and I would look funny wearing a dress. Everyone would laugh and call me names.

Miss Rhiannon turned golden again and said some strange words, which made me feel all funny. The next thing I knew, I'm standing in front of a mirror looking at a really pretty girl that I've never seen before, but her lips move when mine do.

I had to make sure the strange feeling I had between my legs was real, cause it felt like my thing was gone. When I grabbed myself down there I knew it was true. It felt like my butt went all the way from back to front!

If I wasn't sure that Rhiannon was a goddess before, I sure am now.

She named me after a friend, another goddess in fact. The funny part is that she says when I grow up I'll have big boobs like her. That's cool because I always liked Miss Rhiannon's big bumps. They make all the men act so silly when she's talking to them and she stands out from all of the other women. I don't understand why some of them look at her so funny though.

Suddenly Miss Rhiannon… uh, no… Goddess Rhiannon, Dawn, and I are in another house with a lady eating a salad. I think she almost passed out when we popped in.

Goddess Rhiannon asked her to be my mom and she accepted! This is neat. Maybe I will be okay after all.

When Goddess Rhiannon and Dawn disappeared, my new mom and I were alone in her kitchen.

"Y… y… you're still here?" Conni stammered.

"Yes mother, where else would I be?" I asked.

Mother leapt up from the table and grabbed me in a bear hug, "Oh dear god, I have a daughter." She began soaking my new dress with her tears.

I wasn't sure how to take her crying so I asked her, "You are going to be my new mother, aren't you?"

"I don't really know what just happened, but if it is true, I so want to be your mother, that it hurts," Conni wept.

"It was real mother. The goddess Rhiannon promised to replace my father with a loving mother," I told her, because if I'm a girl now, it had to be real.

"You had a father?" mother asked me.

"Yes, but Rhiannon punished him for hitting me so much and so, he can't be my father anymore. She said you needed a daughter and I needed a mother. Am I okay for a daughter? I don't know much about being a girl, but I'll try really hard," I promised.

"How can you not know how to be a girl sweetie?"

"Because I was a boy a half an hour ago," I told her.

The next thing I know, mom has passed out onto the floor. I didn't know moms got drunk too, so I did as I would for dad. I slipped a comforter that I found on the sofa under her and dragged her to the couch. Then I piled up cushions in front of the couch and rolled her up onto the sofa, making sure that she was on her side, in case she threw up. I took off her dress and folded it up on the coffee table so it wouldn't be wrinkled.

I put everything back where it was and then washed mom's plate. It took me a few minutes to find out where she kept the dishes so I could put it away.

I went in to check on mom and she was okay. It was awfully quiet though. I'm used to dad leaving the television blaring on some kind of sports game.

I was on my knees looking into her face to see if she was all right when her eyes opened. That never happened with dad so I asked, "Are you okay mom?"

"What? What happened?" she mumbled.

"You passed out, just like dad used to. You're not going to hit me are you? I did everything right didn't I?" I asked her worriedly.

"What? Where's my dress?"

"I folded it on the coffee table. I didn't know where you keep your clothes," I figured that might be a good enough excuse that she wouldn't be mad.

"How the heck did you get me onto the sofa, little one?" Conni asked, now starting to come fully awake.

"The same way I used to do for dad. He was a lot heavier, but I was a little stronger then too. I made a pile of cushions and rolled you up there," I supplied. It's funny dad never asked how he got onto the couch."

"You dear sweet thing! I'm so sorry!" Conni declared, weeping and holding Tamara tightly. "I didn't 'pass out' honey. I fainted. I can't believe you took care of me though. I should be taking care of you."

"That's okay, I'm used to it," I told her, "but I'm more used to getting hit than hugged. I like being hugged a lot better."

"I don't know who your father was honey, but whatever Rhiannon did to him, I hope one day he realizes what a treasure he lost. Come with me sweetie. I want to show you around your new home," Conni said, picking me up and heading for the kitchen.

"Where… what happened to my dirty dishes?" Conni asked aloud.

"I washed them and put them away," I told her, but I began to tremble, thinking that she might not have been done eating. "I hope you were done…"

"Oh my god! You're trembling. What's wrong honey?" Conni forgot all about the dishes.

"You're not going to hit me are you?" I worried.

"Never! I promise Tamara. I will never hit you, ever!" Conni swore.

"Okay…" I was glad she said that but it was hard to stop shaking.

"Don't worry, I was done eating. Thank you for cleaning up my mess too," she confirmed, stroking my long blonde hair. "I am beginning to really hate your father dear. Why don't you try to forget that life now and relax while we look around, okay?"

"Okay. Wow, you smell nice," I declared, nuzzling into her shoulder.

"Thank you honey. I will make you smell pretty and teach you everything about being a girl. When you told me that you were a boy before, I couldn't handle all of the new things that had happened tonight, that's why I fainted, not because I was inebriated… uh, drunk," Conni realized that I might not know the big word.

"Uh, I think I need to go, but I don't know where the potty is and I never went as a girl before," I informed my new mom.

"Oh my! Well, come on," she carried me to the bathroom and set me on the floor.

I went to pull out my thing, but it wasn't there anymore.

"You really were a boy! Here darling, pull your panties down and sit on the seat as if you were going poop," she told me, while helping me with my soft undies.

"Gosh, those feel lots nicer than my old shorts," I said, holding onto her to steady myself.

Conni giggled, "Sweetie, if you like that, I promise that you'll never have to wear anything but the softest, smoothest, prettiest things I can find. Okay, sit down."

I sat on the seat with my panties around my ankles and nothing happened. I looked over to mother worriedly.

"Relax your butt muscles hon.," she instructed.

That seemed to work as I heard the pee flowing into the bowl, but it splashed all over my bottom, "Oops, I got some pee on me…" I blushed.

Conni laughed brightly, "Sweetie, girls always do, that's why you have to wipe when you are done. Here wipe like this," she showed me how by wiping my butt for me.

"Thank you," I told her, nobody had been this nice to me since mom died.

"It is my pleasure dear. Now pull up your panties and wash you hands."

We both washed our hands and when we were done, she hugged me again, "God, I love you. I am so happy I can't hardly stand it."

"I love you too mother," I replied. It was strange calling her that, but it felt right.

Conni led me to a bedroom and walked me to the bed, which she lifted me onto, "This is going to be your room. I know my daughter would want you to have all of her things. I kept it just the way she had it before…" Conni couldn't finish that sentence.

"I'm sorry mommy," I held her and she stopped her tears.

"You are almost too good honey," Conni assured me, "I should be comforting you."

"Why? I have a new mom who won't hit me and a pretty room with lots of new things," I asked her mystified as to her concerns.

"Never mind right now hon.. Tomorrow you and I are going shopping and I'm going to spend a small fortune on you. Would you like that?" she smiled reassuringly.

"It's not my birthday or anything," I informed her because I didn't want her to spend a lot of money for no reason.

"I know sweetie. I want to do something for you because you made me so happy. I want you to have some of your very own things too, not just hand me downs."

"I don't mind using my sister's clothes and stuff," I offered. I must have said something really bad because she began weeping really hard.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, whatever I said. Don't cry…" I frantically told her, hugging her around the neck.

"No… no, Tamara, you didn't say anything wrong. You made me so happy when you referred to my daughter as your sister. God she would have been so happy to have had you as a sister."

"Okay, I just thought…"

"Shh… honey, it's getting late and I need to get you into a soft and pretty nightie," Conni stated, standing and going to a drawer in the white, flower covered dresser, "Hmm, I think this is the right one." Conni pulled out a sheer baby blue baby doll and held it up for Tamara to see.

"Girls wear those to bed?" I was astonished. I had never seen anything like it.

"Strip Tamara and I will enfold you in softness," Conni smiled knowing I would love the feeling.

I started taking off my shiny black shoes and socks, which wasn't difficult. Next, I dropped the panties, but I couldn't find where the dress was fastened to me.

Conni giggled at my struggles and said, "Here honey, it's zippered up the back," and she unzipped me, letting the dress fall to the floor.

I was surprised to find out that I had something around my chest, "What's this?"

"Oh my, honey, you're wearing a training bra already. Here, I'll get it off you," Conni told me as she unhooked it.

I looked it over and saw a pretty, pink rose in the middle of it.

"Oh goodness, I guess you needed that bra too," Conni said in mild shock.

"Huh?" I said, looking down at my chest. I was surprised to see big soft nipples with tiny bumps behind them, "What happened to me?"

"Nothing sweetie. You are just developing a little earlier than most girls your age. It's nothing to worry about. I bet you will have boobs like your protector, Rhiannon, when you grow up," she remarked chattily as she looked over my new body. "You are quite developed for a eight year old. I suppose that was a gift from your goddess."

I was a little ashamed so I told mom, "I was afraid I wouldn't look like a girl when she changed me. I think she wanted me to feel like a real girl."

"You sure look like one honey. Hold still, now step into these panties," Conni held them for me to get into, "Now prepare yourself," she said as she floated the gossamer top over my head.

The silky feeling whispered to my soft skin all the way down. I shivered.

"Does that feel nice?"

"It makes me feel like I peed a little…" I confessed with a blush.

"That's what happens to girls when they get excited honey. It's like when your thing got hard before, very natural, and good, for you. We'll talk about that more later though," she assured me.

I yawned big.

"You must be tired sweetie, gosh, especially after hauling my big body around the house. I can't thank you enough for that. You're so special. I promise to do my best to deserve an extraordinary girl like you," she kissed my cheek, turned down the bed, put me into it, and then tucked me in.

"Thanks," I said with a tear in my eye.

"What's the matter? Why the tear?"

"I haven't been tucked in since mom died…"

She hugged and kissed me saying, "Get used to it, because I'm tucking you in for a long time."

Mom turned out the lights and I let the darkness take me.

Hank's World - Hank

I was startled when those golden bitches appeared in my place, but when the one hugged me, and I shrank, I knew that it was just another drunken nightmare.

Therefore when the little one with huge giant knockers started chanting and turned me into a booby slut, it was just more nightmare to me. Of course, I've never orgasmed like that in a dream, but there is the first time for everything.

When I woke up though and saw the huge woman with the muscles towering over me I began to think it might not have been a dream.

The woman grabbed my huge nipple and twisted it painfully and I screeched in a voice so high I scared myself.

"Wondering where these lovely nipples came from bitch? Are you wondering why I'm so big and you're so small?" Dawn began her training of the new addition to her stable. "Well if you remember in your drunken stupor, I took your strength and a very pissed off goddess made you into a slut."

"Got to wake up now Hank," I told myself in a Munchkin high female voice. "Got to make sure that worthless kid made my lunch and left for school…"

That statement got me punched square in the mouth, bam! I had never seen stars like that before. I screamed like a sissy. 'What the hell is going on?' I thought.

"If ever I hear you refer to that incredible, loving child like that again bitch, you will regret it for all time!" Dawn screamed into Hank's swollen lipped face.

'Maybe that could get me out of this?' I thought, so I said, "Where is Roger?"

"There is no Roger anymore. Roger was taken by the goddess Rhiannon to his reward for putting up with a scumbag father like YOU!" Dawn screamed three inches from Hank's new face.

Dawn smiled and added, "Not that you could father anything with the pussy between your legs now! Haw, haw, haw!"

My hand moved like lightning to my crotch to confirm what I already knew to be true.

"Horny already this morning Hanky? That I am prepared to help you out with," Dawn declared, moving back away from Hank.

"Stand up bitch, you need a bath!" Dawn ordered.

I must not have stood quickly enough, because Dawn snatched my hair and pulled me to my tiny feet. "Ahh," I yelled.

"You had better get it through that air head of yours slut, you do what I say, when I say it, and as quickly as possible! You got that slut?" Dawn whispered menacingly into my shell-like ear.

"Yes ma'am," I squeaked back.

"I love the silly voice Rhiannon gave you, it makes you sound like such a sex toy," Dawn exclaimed, "Now, follow me and be quick about it."

She set me back onto my feet, which were hard to keep flat on the floor as I followed her. The way my body jiggled and shook with every step was distracting to say the least. I found myself staring at the giant mountains of flesh hanging off the front of me, getting hotter with every step.

"That's right, take your drooling snatch into the bath tub and start washing," she commanded.

I was too frightened of what she might do if I disobeyed, so I quickly climbed into the warm, sweet smelling bath water. "Ooh," I moaned as the oily water swept over my voluptuous body.

"I can see your new body's imperatives have begun to take over. Soon you will be operating on autopilot. Yielding to that body's every yearning," Dawn laughed demonically.

I forgot what she was talking about almost immediately. The feeling of the soap sliding over my soft, smooth body was foremost in my thoughts. When I soaped up my voluminous breasts I nearly slipped below the water. Every rub on them had me moaning and my split bottom was nearly burning with desire.

"Do you like having boobs Hanky? Where is that macho swinging dick attitude now?" Dawn taunted, even though she knew that, my feminized male mind was enshrouded in the pleasures of my new flesh. She knew I could hear her, but was unable to do anything about it.

After I had washed all over, though my being new to femininity, I hadn't known that I missed a vital spot, so the muscle broad said, "That was very good Hanky, but you missed a spot."

Dawn took a fat douche bag from a nearby hanger and hung it back up near the tub. When she grabbed the business end to hand to me, my eyes grew round as teacup saucers, "You need to shove this up inside you hon.. I'll handle turning the flow on."

I knew that if I didn't immediately do as she ordered, I would wind up in pain. I grabbed the penis shaped end from her and began slowly easing it into my new cunt.

'This is so humiliating!' I thought as it pushed out the inner walls of my vagina.

I knew about douching. I was married at one time, but this wasn't quite the same. I could feel a warm, thick oil begin oozing out from between my legs into the water, "What the Fuck?" I exclaimed.

I was slapped upside my head, "My bitches don't swear. Don't make me remind you again!" Dawn growled.

Everything seemed to feel better, or hurt more than I have ever experienced before. I was almost shocked when I began crying.

"Aw, did I hurt the big strong Hanky?" Dawn asked in a 'cutie' voice. "How's it feel to be the little, soft, easily-hurt person? Don't you wish you were that big strong mean asshole that you were yesterday? It wouldn't have done you any good though. I am easily twice as strong as you ever were."

"However, I don't want you to think that I will hit you whenever you do something wrong. You won't be hit, after your training is complete. Until then, I must be strict. You will be in training for at least a month so get used to it, bitch. The more feminine you act, the less likely you are to be punished. You are here to learn to be a proper slut, and you will learn it well."

"Ah, it looks like your lubrication is finished. Pull out the probe but insert this right away," Dawn handed me a penis shaped dildo with an indent around the base next to the flat bottom.

I whimpered but did as she ordered. The dildo slid in easily, bottomed out and my labia tightened around the indent, keeping the dildo from falling out.

Dawn grabbed a towel and had me stand while she draped it around me, helping me out of the tub. I started to rub myself dry with the towel and quickly discovered that my new skin was way too delicate for that kind of thing.

"I bet you won't forget that lesson. It hurts to rub a towel on your girly soft skin now, doesn't it?"

"Y… yes," I stammered.

"You are just a sissy weak girl now Hanky. Here, you need two towels now that you're a girl," Dawn said, handing me a towel for my long blonde hair.

I looked at it, but had no idea how to wrap it around my head.

"You are pathetic! Here, flip your hair forward, now wrap the towel like this," Dawn instructed.

Once she had it on me I looked at myself in the mirror. I saw an incredibly sexy 'Gent Magazine' type model in a big fluffy towel staring back at me. A tear began rolling down her cheek as I watched.

"Aw, poor baby. Maybe you should have been a human being and you wouldn't be in that gorgeous sexy body. You heard Rhiannon's curse, didn't you?"

"I heard her say some mumbo jumbo," I replied.

"Yah, well that mumbo jumbo is an ancient Celtic language. I'll translate it for you. The first thing she said was, 'Your strength transfers to Dawn,' which you probably could have guessed from the outcome. The second thing she said was, 'Goddess Rhiannon sentences this wicked person to the suitable curse of womanly beauty and yearning.' I'll let that meaning unfold to you over the next couple of weeks," Dawn said, snickering.

"Now, slip these panties on and then I'll help you with the bra," Dawn told me, handing me some pink lacy panties.

I pulled those on without incident, but when she wrapped the bra around me and fastened it in place, I moaned like a slut.

"Good girl. Acting like a slut is exactly what I want to see. Keep that up and maybe you will be through with training early," Dawn declared while she finished the adjustment of the straps.

I wasn't expecting the garter belt she slipped onto me, or the silk stockings, which followed that.

When the slip flowed over me as if it were whispering to my skin all the way down, I shuddered and moaned, which made Dawn quite happy.

"Hanky, look at those nipples poking through your bra as if they were screaming, 'Horny bitch here'," Dawn snickered as she ran her hand over my protruding nipples, which only served to make them more pronounced. "Just like walking around with a boner."

I could feel my face heat up.

"Well, you have blushing down. Let's go on to the next sissy girl lesson. First though, you might want to pee," she pointed to the toilet.

'Oh, pee,' I thought. 'Okay, no stupid typical male mistakes.'

I walked over to the toilet. Pulled down my panties… well I tried to pull down my panties. They stopped right at the top of my nylons.

"This lesson is to remind you that when wearing a garter and hose, always lace the straps of the garter through your panties so that you can slip them off when you want to pee," Dawn instructed.

I unlatched the hose and pulled my panties down, and then I could sit and pee. I even remembered to wipe my… my… my butt, before standing back up. This time I affixed my garter straps to the hose and then pulled my panties up. 'Oh my god, did I just think that? 'I pulled up my panties'?' I thought to myself in near panic.

"You look like you've just come to the realization that you'll be wearing panties for the rest of your days, didn't you Hanky?" Dawn mocked. "Well it's even worse than that, but you'll figure that out for yourself soon enough."

I made no reply. I simply smoothed the slip along my flanks.

"Well, here is your dress for today," Dawn said, proffering a shimmering black silk dress.

I was afraid to take it, for I knew that putting it on would make me shiver and moan, but I also knew that if I didn't Dawn would kick my ass.

I did my best to put it on without allowing it to caress my body, but no matter how careful I was the last couple of inches was all it took.

This time Dawn only smiled and then said, "How do you like that cleavage out in front of you hon.?"

I looked for the first time at what was a half an acre of cleavage jutting off the front of me. How could I have ignored this for so long? I reached up and supported my bra-encased boobs with my hands.

To say that I moaned would be an understatement. The silk of the dress, the feel of my hands on my boobs, and the feel of the lace on my hands, all worked together to promote the sexiest feeling I've ever experienced.

When I began rubbing my boobs from below and moaning harder Dawn stopped me saying, "Not yet my pretty, soon though. Put your motor on idle for a short while." She was almost gentle in the way she said it, which surprised me more than if she'd hit me.

I released the girls and followed her, when she beckoned.

"You need to eat something Hanky," she stated as she led me to a small kitchenette.

I saw there were sausages and eggs benedict waiting there, "Is that for me?"

"It sure is honey. Meet me back in your room when you're done," Dawn said, and then left the room.

I sat down, being careful to smooth my dress before I sat down. (Where in the hell did that come from?) I looked at my breakfast and was entranced in a way foreign to me. The sausages looked very good so I licked one to see if I liked it. That was nice, so I picked it up, and to my disgust, I stuck it whole into my mouth, licking it and sucking the juices out of it.

I was grossed out when I realized that I was giving a sausage a blowjob! I dropped the thing as if it were a snake, and then picked up the English muffin with the egg on it. My tongue flicked out and came back coated with the thick salty goo of the egg and hollandaise sauce. It tasted wonderful, so I licked it until there was no more of the salty thick liquid left.

Only after I had finished off licking the egg clean, did I realize that it was about the same consistency and near what I had heard from ladies what sperm tasted like.

I've been made into a wanton female sex machine. I knew right then that there would be no sex act, which I could decline. I would yearn for a sex from anyone!

I walked back to my room on the high heels that Dawn had me wear, with my blonde haired head hung down in defeat. No matter how hard I tried, I'd be a sex toy for anyone who would have me.

I opened the door to my room, was greeted by Dawn, who looked up from the book she was reading, (Written by some hack whose name started with a W…) "Ah, all done with breakfast already? Great, wait here and I'll be back in a minute," she declared as she stood and left.

She returned a few minutes later with a ravishing beauty in tow, "Hanky, I want you to meet Duany. I'll be back after you two sluts get to know each other better." Dawn left chuckling to herself.

Duany remarked as Dawn left, "Oh my god, Hanky, you got it bad didn't you?"

"You look pretty hot too, so why do you think that I 'got it' bad?" I asked the buxom fantasy before me.

"The sheer size of your boobs and your height, Rhiannon makes you shorter and bustier for worse offenses," Duany supplied, "and you are the shortest, bustiest one of all of us."

"All of us?" I asked with trepidation.

"There are eleven of us here right now, but I think that Darrel will be leaving soon," Duany informed me.

I was shaking and biting my lip by then, so Duany said, "Yup, you got it bad alright. It's okay Hanky, I want you almost as much as you want me." She approached me and caressed my huge protruding nipples.

"Ooh, that feels so good," I moaned and returned the favor.

She planted her big soft lips against mine and forced her tongue into my mouth, which I accepted without complaint. She pushed me down onto the bed and popped one of my giant boobs out of the top of my dress.

I was helpless to resist. All I could do was try to stimulate her as she expertly played my nipple into a clenched point of intense pleasure firing lightning into my helpless brain.

I could feel her unzip my dress, so I helped her shrug the silken garment from my yearning feminine body, leaving me in my lingerie.

She popped my other breast out of my bra and assaulted my other nipple while she shrugged off her own dress.

My goodness her lingerie was pretty and she filled it out so well.

Freeing her own boobs from the top of her bra caused me to salivate like one of Pavlov's dogs. She knew how it affected me and was considerate enough to place her nipple to my lips while she slid her hand down towards my quivering moistness.

When I was a man, yesterday, I would have been in heaven making love to this stunning beauty, and now that I'm a woman, I'm still in ecstasy.

I could feel what seemed to me to be a lake of warm cum flowing from my cunt. I needed to know if she was as hot as she was making me, so my flailing arm finally brought my hand to her mons veneris, which I could follow down to her wanton pussy. As I was hoping, her thighs were soaking wet with her own lubrication.

"Oh, yes baby, I'm just as hot as you are. I'm reveling in your delicious femininity," Duany encouraged as she slipped her hand down to cup my vulva. "Wow, you are one hell of a juicy girl."

'Why does that turn me on?' I thought.

I began desperately finger banging her molten hot pussy with my hand and squeezing my nipple with my other hand.

I shuddered through an intense orgasm and expected to be done, and then help Duany through her orgasm, but she didn't even, slow down. I was riding the crest of an orgasmic wave ready to pound through another mind numbing orgasm when Duany shuddered through her first one.

I could hardly believe it when her orgasming brought on another one of my own, and still she didn't stop.

The shock I experienced when she poked her finger inside be was mitigated by the ecstasy which washed over me like a tsunami. I didn't even protest when she invaded me with her second or third fingers, and in fact, I began to yearn for even more, while I quivered through orgasm after orgasm.

I had long since ceased to be able to reciprocate to Duany the sexual stimulation she was giving me, I could only lie there and gush out huge tidal waves of juice in orgasm after orgasm.

I was happy when Duany placed her shaven nether lips to my face so I could lick up all of her liquid love, as I ducked my squirmy tongue inside her labia for a clit tickle from time to time. When she came all over my face, she drenched my hair and shoulders, but when she screamed into my cunt as she came, it triggered an incredible multiple orgasm for me.

I think I went a little crazy during that lesbian tongue fuck. My brain couldn't think of anything but fucking and Duany accommodated my desires. We were laying there, tongue fucking each other for over four hours straight when my brain finally couldn't handle it anymore and I fainted from orgasm-overload.

A New Day for Tamara - Tamara

I woke up from an incredibly refreshing sleep with a yawn and a stretch. When I felt the silky material shifting and tickling me as I moved and it all came back to me flooding my mind. However, for some reason it made me smile.

I rolled out of bed and padded my way into the bathroom, sat down and pee-peed, then wandered out of my room yawning.

I must not have been completely awake yet, because I sleepily went to the kitchen, made two sandwiches, packed two lunches, cooked some eggs and sausages in the microwave, and then set them out on the breakfast table. (Aunt Jemima Great Starts.)

I padded my way back up the hallway to the master bedroom, opened the door, and was shocked to see a woman lying there!

"Oops! Duh, where's my head?" I whispered loudly to myself, slapping my forehead.

"Is that you sweetie?" Conni mumbled from the bed, "Come crawl in here with me for a minute honey."

I crawled into bed with her and she hugged me to her tightly, "Did you wake up feeling scared honey? Is that why you're in here?"

"Uh no, I was coming to wake my dad up," I admitted, "Breakfast is on the table in the kitchen and our lunches are waiting on the counter for us."

"Oh my god! You're a better mother than I am dear. Are you always up this early?" Conni was stunned.

"I'm not a better mother…" I declared and then started to tear up.

"It was a compliment Tamara. Honest, I don't need you to be the mother for me. I want you to have a real childhood. If you want to do things for me, it's okay, but you have to get used to me praising you and hugging the stuffing out of you when you do. Is that okay hon.?" Conni kissed my cheek and went right back to hugging me.

"We don't want your breakfast to get cold, so we better get up and head to the kitchen," Conni declared, releasing me and flopping open the covers for us both to crawl out of bed.

She held my hand as we entered the kitchen, "Oh my god! You fried sausages and eggs by yourself?"

"No, I microwaved them and then put them on plates. That's okay isn't it?" I was starting to tremble again. Conni had raised her voice and that was usually a cue for me to be hit.

"Oh god, you're shaking again," she picked me up into her arms, "I wasn't angry baby. I was really impressed that you can do all of this by yourself."

"Okay… I was just a little scared," I informed her, as I slowly calmed back down.

"Here, sit down and enjoy the breakfast you made, while I sit over here. You are an incredible child Tamara. Napkins, orange juice, and silverware all laid out in a proper setting. Who taught you how to do that?"

"M… m… my old mom," I admitted, not wanting to insult Conni.

"Baby, it's alright to talk about your mother from before, at least with me it is. We don't want you overheard in public doing it though. Rhiannon said that the rest of the world will think you're my other natural born daughter, so it might be difficult to explain, okay?" Conni coached, while readying a fork full of eggs to be eaten.

I had already stuffed a sausage into my mouth whole so I couldn't reply. I just nodded.

She laughed, "Tamara we will have to work on your girliness I can see. Girls take small bites honey. Don't worry about it right now though. I want to get us dressed and down to the shopping mall so we can go shopping wild."

"Is shopping fun?" I asked as I finally swallowed.

"Most girls enjoy shopping," she stated after swallowing. "I'm hoping you will have fun too."

"I will. I promise," I announced.

"You can't know that baby. I won't be upset with you if you don't like it. If you have fun or you don't have fun, I honestly want to know. I care about how you feel," Conni stated, with a slightly worried look on her face.

"Are you upset with me?"

"No dear. I am worried that I won't be a good enough mother to make up for what you have been through," Conni admitted, "I promise to try though. I just wish I could talk to your goddess once in a while and ask her advice."

"Oh, that's easy. You can talk to her any time, but you must promise to never call her the 'g' word in public. You would have figured out who she is sooner or later anyway. The first parent-teacher conference would have done it. Rhiannon is my teacher."

Conni's jaw dropped open, "Your teacher is a goddess?"

"Don't pass out again…" I said worriedly.

"Wow," Conni exclaimed, "Well, we better put our dishes in the dishwasher and go get dressed."

"Your dishwasher works? Neat!" I jumped up, opened the dishwasher door, and we both placed our dirty dishes in it.

We left the kitchen together and mom ran a bathtub full of pretty smelling bubbles for me to wash in, while she took a shower in her bathroom. I was still splashing around in the tub when she came in wearing a towel around her middle and top, with another one around her head like a turban.

She was carrying her cell phone, "Hello? Yes, Matilda? This is Conni Conway. I won't be in for work today. No, I'm feeling fine. I just have to go shopping with my daughter Tamara. She needs some new things for school right away. I didn't tell you about my, darling Tamara? Gosh, I felt sure I must have… Well, I'll swing by work sometime today and introduce you. Will that make up for it? Ha! Yes, okay I will. Bye-bye." Conni hung up the cell phone and tucked it into her cleavage for the time being.

"Well, you have had time to wash most of you, now I need to show you how to wash the girl parts," Conni advised.

When I was all clean and pretty smelling, mommy patted me dry with a big fluffy towel. I was then, spritzed all over with a moisturizer and mom sprayed FDS on my privates, which made me jump because it was cold.

Mom pulled some soft pink panties up my legs. When it came time to put my bra on, mom said I would have to wear the same one I had on yesterday, but that was okay because it felt good holding onto my jiggly nipples.

Mom had me wear a pink wraparound skirt with a blouse covered with flowers and a pair of white knee-high sock that she showed me how to double over the tops of my socks. She told me that would help keep them up.

She found me a pair of my sister's shoes that almost fit, and had me wear them. She wadded up some toilet tissue and stuffed it in the toes so they didn't fall off when I walked.

"Now what to do with your beautiful hair?" she mused, "I know, brush it out and use a couple of hair clips to keep it out of your beautiful eyes."

Once that was done she declared, "One more thing and I'll get started on myself." Conni took a small spray bottle and sprayed my wrists, neck and the backs of my knees, "There, now you're perfect! Do you want to watch me get ready?"

"Um… won't I see you naked?" I asked worriedly.

"Well, at least somewhat, but dear remember, you look like me now. Some day you will be wearing big girl clothes too. It's only fair too, I saw you naked," Conni laughed and kissed my cheek.

"Okay," I agreed, "It's all new to me. Who would have thought girls have a butt on the front and the back?" I shook my head in wonder.

Conni nearly fell down laughing at me, "I have never heard anyone put it quite that way sweetheart! Ah… I can see that looking at womanhood through your eyes is going to be an experience," she stated, wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes. "Come on then, let's take all four of our butts to my room."

Mom showed me how pretty big girl's panties are, how to put on pantyhose, and the difference between my training bra and one that holds up real boobies. She showed me how big girl dresses contour around a woman's hourglass figure, how to match colors and cloths, how to pick my earrings and jewelry, and how much more complicated doing your hair and makeup becomes when you're grown up.

Mom even put a little makeup on me so 'I would feel pretty'. I've never felt pretty before, but I think I like it.

We put together a purse that my sister used to use and then mom and I were off to the mall. I was really excited to ride in her Jaguar. The leather was as soft as butter, but I was careful not to get anything dirty. I kept my hands in my lap so she wouldn't get upset with me.

The mall was a scary and exciting place. When we were walking into it, I grabbed mom's legs and held onto her tightly. She waddled us over to the side and gently asked, "What's the matter hon.?"

"I'm wearing a dress… won't people laugh at me?"

"Relax will you, I'm wearing a dress too, and nobody will laugh at either one of us. Pretty women look good in dresses, and like it or not sweetie, you're a little fox. Remember, you are one of the people with a butt in the front and in the back now. Oh, and don't get nervous if boys are watching you. It just means they want to be your friend. Okay, are you ready now?" Conni explained patiently.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be a sissy…" I apologized.

Conni stopped us and quickly squatted down to my level, "Tamara, don't ever apologize for being a sissy. You are a girl. If you want to be a sissy, or act like a delicate little flower, I want you to do it. You don't have any macho ass who is going to punish you for being a sissy and if anyone ever makes fun of you I'll hear about it and they will wish Rhiannon had dealt with them first!"

"I want you to go into that mall with me and act like the most sissy person in the whole place okay?" she ordered, with a smile on her face so I wouldn't be frightened.

"I'll try," I agreed.

We went into the mall and right into the first store with girl's fashions we came to, the Nordstrom's department store.

There wasn't a very good selection of dresses there and the jeans were very expensive. Nevertheless, mom was excited about all the pretty shoes. I saw a pair that were sissy to the max and I asked to try them on.

The store lady measured my foot and came back with the pink 'Linea Paolo ´Anabela´ Pump', in my size.

"I think these look sissy mom. Can I have them?" I asked with an earnest look on my face.

Mom smiled brightly and told the sales lady with the shocked look on her face, "Wrap them up. We'll take them."

Just like that and I had a pair of pink high heels.

Mom hugged me from the side and whispered, "Thank you hon.. I feel better, don't you?"

"Yes, I do feel better. Especially because you're happy," I told her with smile.

When mom was paying for the shoes, the sales lady told her, "Ma'am, I envy your relationship with your daughter. You have no idea how many young girls come in here fighting with their mothers over everything. I hope you know how lucky you are."

"Thank you. That's nice of you to notice. Tamara and I are more like best friends than mother and daughter. She's the most precious thing in the world to me."

We left the store with shoebox in hand and walked down the mall.

"Mom?" I whispered.

"Yes hon.?"

"Does the way your dress hits the back of your legs when you walk make you feel funny?"

"Well, I haven't thought about it in many years honey, but yes it feels nice. It's as if the dress is telling me I'm a woman with every step. Is that how it feels to you?" Conni asked back.

"It kind of makes me feel all warm down there," I told her confidentially.

"Do you like it, is really all you should ask yourself I think," mom informed me.

We slipped into the 'Old Navy' store and mom had me try on jeans and t-tops. It was apparently very important how your jeans made your butt look, so I spent most of my time showing my butt to mom who would hem and haw over whether they were acceptable or not.

I saw this pink linen ruffled skirt hanging on a rack as I went back to change out of another pair of jeans and into a new pair, but I slipped on the skirt instead and when I came out to model it for mom, she clapped her hands together and giggled into them. I blushed, figured that I must look stupid, and was getting ready to bolt back into the changing room when mom stopped me.

 

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